[h1]John Demotoriaus[/h1]

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The death of King Timault had come to Lord John Demotoriaus like the death of anyone else would, it hardly affected him in any physical aspect, it had only come to hinder him from learning more on the subject of ruling. The courier had come and gone without anything else of note, seemingly vanishing from the lord’s life altogether. He had informed his wife and she looked more distraught than he, possibly because she had been a noble longer than John, but that was to be expected. Demotorias arranged his wear of fine linen clothing before he departed to the Tythmas. Much of the ride to the highlands was long and dreary, not a thought of the King had come to John’s mind nor did it bare down on him at all. 

Upon reaching the capital province of Osteria, he was greeted kindly, as a noble. Demotorius was still not used to such a greeting, chuckling lightly at the formalities that the guards shown in the presence of him. Soon he was beset by servants who beckoned him to where the Council had supposedly set the meeting and so he had followed them with a light haste and a smile coming to his face despite the rain and the mood of the event. Seated close to Duke Conrad, someone who he had never seen before in his life due to John’s own preference for staying home and learning how to properly govern an area. 

Upon hearing Lord Merek, John feigned a look of sadness as he attempted to fit in with the rest of the contempt faces around him. Demotoriaus had only been considered a duke for over a year now, still he had never received anything from the king other than having to send some tax to him which John was not outwardly opposed to. Though, he felt a true tug of sadness come to him as the man spoke with such eloquence, twas a strange thing to affected by a speech of someone he never cared for. 

For a moment, Demotoriaus heard only silence before the voice of James Conrad had come to his ears, again a man he cared not for, but hopefully he would be able to  get to the man proper. The man spoke of another fight against the orc menace after bringing stability to the realm, stability being the key word to reach John’s ears. Then Lord Gerantius spoke, speaking of prosperity due to the bounty of food that his province produced. The choreographed servants certainly caught his eye but not his heart for any fool could organize servants to do one thing at the same time, he denied food or drink.

“Well said Lord Aldwyn,” John began, a small smile on his face, “but I stand with Duke Conrad here. While I appreciate your choreographic attempts to woe me, I believe a man should speak without such a show to get his point across. Trust me when I say that I believe you would, perhaps, make a ruler, but I see Conrad better suited to be King of Osteria currently.” Demotoriaus spoke clearly and swiftly, not wanting to keep the attention of these fine people when more important things were at hand.